Discovering The Touch – a short story

Janr’s mind, clinging to oblivion, vaguely began to sense that his whole body was caught in a taut muscular arch insisting upon continuation.  As the reluctant fog slightly cleared from his mind he universe-1044107_640realized he was stretching his lower back,  cramped from a night of being forced to sleep on the hard unfolded convertible couch. He tried ever so gently to initiate a meditative relaxation, to avoid consciousness, but it was futile. The soft rain of his intentions to sleep made the fertile soil of his mind yield a garden of sprouting questions as to why. Consciousness was about to bloom despite his best efforts. Even with years of meditation experience, its narcotic like balm could still be elusive.

He did not want to awaken, even to daydreams he might control, reality today was just too cold and empty! Childhood had been just around the corner and now he was 70 years old and remembering.  This particular remembering was just too painful and confusing.  What had happened to his mind years ago?  Were his emotional daydreams  of pre-adolescence really reborn childhood memories that he had long ago buried to help keep his sanity? He closed his eyes in one last attempt to avoid full consciousness but thoughts that had just broken soil were now tall plants growing and blossoming all around him. His memories of childhood were rapidly filling the landscape and converting the desert plain into what he now recalled looked like the dense Everglades back in the 60’s when he had moved to Miami, Florida. Consciousness was the sunlight illuminating their time-lapse like photographic growth.  There was nothing he could do about it.

strangler.fig.goole.for.ruesHe wondered, was this experience something that happened to your brain about this time in life,  when you were 70 or so years old?  Like it or not memories long buried with intention, no matter how strong that intention, would blossom into being or depending on their content crawl from their graves like strangling vines that could not rest in peace.

One such vine like memory engulfed a tree,  soon  its dendritic crawlers found other trees and quickly they networked to claim a forest. The vines were memories,  the reborn but familiar memories of alien thoughts, alien sensations, alien amusement that he sensed as a child. He was just in middle school when it began. He still recalled resenting it!  He mentally dug in the soil to unroot them but out came more vines painting pictures of the invasion that other young people did not appear to sense and he wondered why did they not perceive it? Were they blind or where they just lying about their telepathic skills for some reason?  Was this knowledge not allowed for children? Would they admit it when he was older?

The vines blossomed and their hypnotic scent took over Janr’s thoughts. Wondering ceased and he was young again. He was walking down the street called Calle Doce De Octubre in Hato Rey, Puerto Rico with the Sun just coming up on his left.  Mitsy was tugging excitedly at the 5 foot chain on her body harness as she sought the next blade of grass with a message from another dog. As he looked down the street to his right he could see 12 year old  Lecticia Delacruz swinging up and back on the porch swing chair in the front of her home.  As he watched her long brown curly hair float in the breeze of her movement, he wished he could be there with her.  She had been suddenly friendly to him when Janr came to call on Junior, her brother, to go out and fly kites.  She had in fact hung around them and tried to distract Janr from his kite flying.  She had snuck up and tickled him,  run by and pulled the kite string making it dance and even tossed water at him from her refilled soda bottle. It had made no sense until today.  Today as he watched her long legs stretch forward and backward to propel her chair he noted her skirt rise in the breeze and had a funny unfamiliar hunger creep through his body. For some reason he just wanted to be on the chair with her and gently touch those long muscular legs. He was embarrassed by these odd thoughts he had never contemplated before and would not share them; however his privacy would soon be invaded!

As images of his hand gently caressing the sensuous curved muscles of her thighs imagined themselves into being so did another uninvited energy.  He had sensed this intrusion before, it was like someone uninvited looking over your shoulder. He was awakening to the annoying sixth sense of being watched in a secretive fashion. He was too young to put it into adult words but he too had been the secret observer himself at times. Janr then recalled such an incident. When watching birds flying overhead, he had wished he could see through dove’s eyes as they soared above the palm trees and then it had happened, he did!  He recalled walking Mitsy as he was doing now doing and feeling her wet nose touch the blades of grass. Then the world would burst into a kaleidoscope of  dogs of many shapes and forms until Mitsy found the one who had left the message.  This thought lead to another reminding him of the night before. He recalled being half asleep under the mosquito netting hanging from his bedposts.  His body’s  muscles were heavy with oncoming sleep but his mind still alert. It was then he sensed something flittering through his mind with the gentle touch of a butterfly, it was looking at his day’s memories. With fascination, he watched it watching him and he was able to sense its thoughts.  It wondered what were the picture images of his days experiences and what sort of anatomical feature could allow such perception?  It wondered what his hands were like to use and what they would have sensed if they had touched the other beings body? Then it sensed Janr watching it and it was gone!

Janr told his mom the next morning about his dream. She said, it was a family thing to have odd and creative dreams. She said to just ignore them and they would go away. As Janr ate his Corn Flakes and slices of fresh cut mango, he recalled his mom playing with the Ouija WeeGee Board and somehow he knew it would be a long time if ever before the odd sensations of being watched went away.

Janr had buried these memories with exquisitely complex mental tools, developed over years of effort as he had searched for how to mentally survive this intrusion on his privacy.  He had succeeded until this morning.

With the reemergence of his childhood memories, creative concepts to explain the new reality he lived in burst into being as did imaginative solutions to his potential new dilemma. He chose not to worry, after all it did no good, and brushed these thoughts aside. Then he  recalled just a few years back lying on his chiropractor’s adjustment table. There was a hot pack on his lower back ButterFly.Onlyas he waited the ten minutes for her return. It was then he sensed the old familiar touch of a mental butterfly wing but this time it was different! This time the being asked for permission to view his memories.  It was an older man who loved the lady who was Janr’s friend and chiropractor. He sensed Janr’s compassion for his daughter’s current plight and it was this knowledge he was seeking. Janr was sure there was no danger and so he acquiesced, after all this was not an invasion it was a pleading request. The being looked through Janr’s memories of that afternoon with Anne, the chiropractor, and then smiled and thanked Janr, though he had no physical face to smile with.

When Anne returned to complete the treatment, Janr chose to risk sharing his experience with Anne. They had known each other for 20 years and she would know he was not crazy. In addition they were both part of an alternative healing group and were open to new ideas that might lead to healing.  After he told her about his psychic experience, Anne told Janr that her father who was also her bookkeeper for many years, had died nearly a year ago to that date.  He had died at a time when Anne’s associates had bankrupted her practice, her husband had left her alone to support three children and her home had burned down.  He had been concerned for her future and now perhaps he would rest in peace knowing of her rising from the ashes of disaster like the mythological Phoenix.

TheTouch.Butterly.Starburst.highRes.Radio.Image.pngJanr had slowly learned from these kinds of experiences. He now realized that disembodied travelers could not control a body, as learning to use muscle that was not yours was very complex. They also could not see through eyes that were not theirs.  All they could do was look at your memories and wonder, if you let them. He decided to stop fighting off the growing forest of old memories. Seventy years later, he did not feel invaded, he now had mastery of his mind and could invite or deny; he wondered what it would be like to again soar with the Eagles?

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Did you enjoy this paranormal experience?  If so read The Touch, now on Amazon.com.

Janr

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A Writing Experiment – no dialogue

NO DIALOGUE: The text below is the beginning of a sci-fi  D-trip journey as used in my many fiction stories.  I have wondered how it would seem if the hero’s in my stories were at first dumbfounded by the shift from Earth into the D-Dimension.  Here is a fun experiment aimed at taking  you there with them, but without their saying a single word of dialogue:

janrs-LogoWe arrive rather suddenly and were instantly both fully immersed in the D-dimension (immersed being way to mild a word in retrospect).  It seemed so intense and palpable that imagining the physical world we had just left, was most difficult. I tried to picture my lab which we had just left seconds ago, but found it nearly futile as the D-Dimension stimulated all my senses at once. The overload of images and sensation in my mind  made me recall years earlier sharing a writing room (a study) with my wife. I recalled  trying to read a complex story on my computer screen as my wife’s computer frequently and randomly burst into noisy distraction that popup commercial videos created. Back then  concentration on my reading was shattered by the intentional distraction of commercial intrusion.  The D-Dimension, though in no way intentionally disruptive,  was so captivating and full of random pulses of energetic change that trying to picture my physical world was interrupted by its strange but overpowering sensations and magnificence.  The “real” world had faded  out and the D-Dimension faded in with a whisper rapidlly became a roar as we arrive above the Earth in outer space wearing nothing but our skin and no protection from the vacuum I knew could kill us in seconds.

Just looking down on the Earth below was breathtaking; but, my first instinctive reaction upon arrival was to sense that I had fallen off a cliff and was tumbling downward at unaccountable speed!  Of course  that was just because the massive Planet Earth, filling 40 percent of my view below, was alive with motion and spin and I lay floating in space upon nothing but vacuum. I recalled the pilots saying, “we fly by the seats of our pants for security.”   Now I knew what that meant!

The huge blue globe beneath my feet turned slowly while clouds above covered its drifting continents like the magical veils used by Oriental dancers. Sunlight sparkled and pranced on and off the floating cloud banks setting them on fire or just burning their edges; but, this was just the most normal appearance of the D-Dimension.  The hypnotic beauty of this splendor was accentuated by my awareness of the nakedness, of my body lying in empty space, suspended on buffeting winds of gravitational force from the Earth, the Moon and the Sun. All that seemed to lift me above the Earth like a Hawk sailing effortlessly in the morning winds of the south Florida dawn. On the other hand the Hawk was in control and I had no idea how to respond to these waves of non-physical interaction. Fortunately they tossed me around as gently as a feather in a mild breeze and I discovered that I could balance myself against them by just thinking it so.  Yes I could feel space rise and fall as it turned and twisted in the gravitational well of the Earth. Why not?  I had no mass.  

Occasionally I would find myself not breathing because of unreasonable and unconscious fear.  It took a while to register that no  space suit was needed, despite my instinctive expectation of having all air sucked from my lungs by the black vacuum around me.  I had to remind myself that I was only there in the form of energy,  within a universe of energy and nothing could suck the air from my lungs as there was nothing physical in me or in space.  

From behind me however, the Sun at my back felt like a pelting rainstorm on a hot sunny day. It reminded me of storms we used to call sun showers.  I could feel the constant beat of every form of energy radiation the sun could emit pulsing and hammering as it collided with and past through my ghostly form and then on to interact with that radiation emitted by the Earth.  Each ray had a distinct taste, smell and texture that so overwhelmed the senses that for moments the Earth below vanished as my mind was drawn to  focus upon just what the Sun was saying to me. It spoke in a foreign language seemingly accentuated with ferocious intent and multisensory tongues. X-rays and Gamma rays  stung and burned like bee stings, until you acclimated to their roar. They came in loud bursts like waves beating the sand on a stormy day but much faster. Sometimes they soared up the scale of intensity and sounded like thunder claps or a jet breaking the sound barrier.  Paradoxically some of the radiation had texture and flavor, some quite intense.  Burst of them reminded me of the orange flavoring  used by my grandmother to make cod liver oil more palatable but served on a spoon that seemed to rust between dosages.  Then there was the eerie smell of mustard and hot dogs.  I have to say it made me salivate somewhere where I actually had a tongue and mouth.  But here I was not sure what it was other than my mind trying to synchronize my senses with energy that it had never experienced before.  I remembered suddenly watching my very young daughter trying to touch the rings of a clown suspended above her in the play pen.  She tried for two weeks off and on to get those chubby little arms and  pudgy fingers to grab the clown’s ring like feet. When she finally succeeded, it was the first time in her life she ever laughed!  Like her, my mind was trying to make sense out of what  I was in touch with but not yet understanding. 

When I turned and gazed at the Sun, I could see rings of multicolored energy exploding from its surface in waves of vastly varying frequency.  The dark pulses were gravitation, the distortion of space-time.  Pulses of  solar gravitational fluctuation as they arrived however felt like sitting in front of a base speaker at an old rock concert. My whole body reacted to this sound as if being hit by an unseen wind gust; however,   the deep bass note had its own unique sound and one so deep I could not relate it fully to hearing.  

All in all, and somewhat perplexing, the bath of energy made the empty space somewhat less disorienting. I thought this might be because after awhile this energy substance allowed me to feel suspended in something more secure than falling down an elevator shaft as first impressions on arrival above the Earth created.  Like a hot bath that at first stung, little by little the environment was feeling more lukewarm  and more like a friend than an enemy.  I wondered if this was what birth felt like to a neonatal human whose mind was way too developed?

 

Different Styles Of Thought Or Consciousness At Birth And Beyond.

What if you were amongst the few who are born truly telepathic,  what would your birth experience be like? Would you survive after birth at all and if so for how long?  If you did survive what would you see without your eyes and how might that affect who you are and what you do with your remaining life time?  In essence, upon achieving consciousness, you would be one with the entire universe finding yourself part of something infinitely large and yet knowing that you were physically small by contrast. It is something that you might ponder if you are predisposed to the lengthy thought process that is  the particular disease of creative writers.  It is something I lie in bed thinking about at 5:00 am when I would like to be asleep blissfully as you are.

On the other hand what if you were not born telepathic,  what would your experience be like? What would it be like in a world of singular aloneness?  In your small space your mind would struggle  like a sponge to telelepahty-laeld-for-reuse-by-google-searchabsorb every bit of sensory data possible so you could become one with the terrifying vastness  around you. In so doing you would hope to not be frightened by your painful smallness in the now suddenly unaccountably large and unpredictable universe.

Do either of these contrapuntal scenarios exist?  It is my contention that they both exist and all the time, at each human parturition.  I believe that at each child’s genesis they are infinitely large, and connected cosmically with every other living thing, call it telepathy if you choose. At the same time they are focused on their physical smallness and struggling to incorporate all sensory data possible so that they can make sense of and take control of that which is their new physical environment.  It is truly terrifying even without the slap on the ass from the supposedly wise gynecologists. It is terrifying because, since they became sentient, many months ago, their environment has been consistently warm, cozy and full of love and nurture both mental and physical; but, now it has suddenly transformed with the psychological impact of a car crash!

Have you not noticed, as a parent, that children are “sponges” for knowledge?  Everything they see and hear becomes part of them, as if they were a movie studio’s camera.  They all appear to have total recall (and may infact have this trait).  On the other hand, not long after they become able to communicate, in some meaningful manner, we discover that they, at times, play with “imaginary” friends. They do this in our culture, at least until we become concerned.  They do this until we tell them that there is no such thing as imaginary friends and that it is time to “grow up” and stop this nonsense.

The sponge like behavior also becomes less and less, for many, as the experience a child possibly absorbs becomes more and more contaminated with doses of bitters and pain.  After all, all of existence is a sign wave. There is nothing that does not run like hot and cold that we can perceive, probably because that is all there is to our universe. Our nerves only respond to opposites, change!  After you splash into a totalrecall_2012_logowarm bathtub,  in a few minutes,  the initial sensation of heat transforms itself, in your perception, to a  constant temperature,  hardly noticeable. You need change to be conscious.  For the neonatal, the fun and security of becoming one with the universe by learning all it has to offer becomes far less joyful with negative experience.  Experiences such as those punctuated with the pain of an angry, frustrated parent’s hand slap or that caused by less friendly bacteria trying to eat us from the inside out after spoiled food is consumed.  So we don’t really want to remember this pain and we may learn to dissociate from it, since we cannot turn senses on or off at will.

As for being one with the universe by “telepathy,” if we should call it that, it too has its pain. Consider the disturbing confusion of  connecting with a being that has no eyes.  This being is called a Spheron.  This spherical being  connects with the universe by sonar like transmissions, much like a bat, but in the radio wave frequency range.  It senses its position too by the shifts in gravitational and magnetic fields coming from its planetary home, much like a bird or bees do.  It has almost no physical structure because it is mostly energy. It is spherical as that is the natural form that energy takes as it radiates (at least in this quadrant or our universe where the physics we try to comprehend is mostly prevalent).  This being does not interact with many of its like others, there is no value.  No, in fact its created purpose is like that of honey bees, it gathers information (like pollen) from that thought process and experiences of planets and shares that with other planets much as a bee shares pollen. If you thought that planets are not sentient, just for the moment imagine they might be; it will help with the concepts we are discussing.   The Spheron shares that “experience” by warping space and traveling across the universe instantaneously (at least this is how we would describe it).  From its perspective, there is no time, no space and no distance.  These are the delusions of physical beings like us.

A telepathic connection with this alien mind would be literally Earth shattering.  It could be far worse than a trip on LSD!  Those with acute telepathy, to maintain their sanity, would quickly withdraw to the comfort of their small, warm, cozy physical space.  So perhaps the genesis of that which we call people, derives from the balancing act of  sanity trying to maintain its integrity by figuring out how much total recall or total communication makes sense for the environment into which it, the newly created being, has been flower-1360468_960_720-pixbayunceremoniously dumped.

Out of every black sky filled with frightening lightning and torrentuous storms comes the birth of new plant life,  the flowers of a sunshine filled morning.  Perhaps in a similar manner so do we.

Janr Ssor

 

 

 

 

I sat alone wondering how I got here?

I awakened slowly in the unfamiliar bed as vague aches and dull pains began to express themselves through my 70 year old body.  It was my nerves responding to the cascade of hormones that created consciousness. I was almost awake but my muscles felt heavy like the lead acid battery I had carried from my dad’s car long ago…long ago, I was a kid then.  I pulled the damp cold  sheet, I reflexly clutched in my stiff right hand, up to cover my head and shield my naked scalp from the moisture in the damp earthen scented air; but, the cloth was tucked too tightly under the foot of the hard metal frame forming the strange narrow bed, I lay upon.  I never newgate-prision-free-googletucked sheets under the foot of my soft bed as they bent my toes in an unnatural posture causing me pain.  With that thought and a tragically slow growing awareness, I recalled that I was not home and that the groggy sleep I was struggling to overcome was not natural.  If only I could open my eyes, or did I not want to?

Memories were beginning to drip resoundingly, like annoyingly loud rain drops on a metal roof. Richard and I had fastened those sheets of corrugated rusty metal to the  pine log cabin we  had built in the Everglades many years ago when we were in High School. When it rained on those mosquito filled night in the swampy South Florida it was like a timpani of dischord.  Now however, each chilly drop was washing off the dirt and dust that covered the eye of my mind and as they did so, a picture of last night emerged from beneath my efforts to forget.

At last, against my will, I remembered!  I was in a “room” at the old Florida Department of Corrections prison, up by Jacksonville, that was now commanded by the US Army.  It was winter and despite the high water level of the ground in Florida, these windowless concrete boxes had been built totally below ground to make them escape proof and very much like solitary confinement.

In my tight stomach, hunger pains and nausea were both awakening in disharmony.  I had not eaten in a long time other than the chemical laden brew the armed soldiers had forced me to drink sometime ago….  It might have been yesterday.

The deafening lack of sound began to play tricks with my mind and I heard them speaking to me again from beneath the depths of the drug induced fog.  What was it they wanted? Oh yes, they wanted to know how I knew what I did not know!   They laughed at my stupidity for it had been easy for them to find me. The on-line casino computer had identified me, over many months, as winning too much, too frequently.  They knew for sure that I could beat the odds at least online. Starvation had a way of making people like me careless.  Winning the Bitcoin credits  had allowed my wife and I to purchase canned rations and sterile water from the service center.  We had not died horribly as we had watched our neighbors do.

I closed my eyes tightly trying to not awaken. I did not want to face another day of this reality.  That was it!  That was why I was there!   Some religious lunatic in government believed that we could undo what had happened by prayers from those mentally gifted with prophetic skills.  What was his name?  I had heard it mentioned on the underground Internet broadcast.  My wife, Nancy,  had told me about his teachings years ago at the University of Florida, theology class.  It was that old dream of each of us creating our reality by choosing to think it so.  What had Nancy said?  Oh yes,  “Believing Is Seeing.”   That was professor Seamann’s credo.  Pain stabbed at my heart! Where was Nancy, they had separated us weeks ago when we were dragged in for interrogation. I could not bear that thought and tried to imagine myself seeing what was around me.

Finally a picture formed in my mind.  My eyes were open, I was sure, but it was totally dark so there was nothing to see.  In memories eye they had wanted to know how I constantly beat the odds.  They wanted to know how they could use me to help them do the same. They had records dating back many years to when they secretly drugged my sister and  put her in an insane asylum to ostensibly help my family.  Their goal, with her, was the same then as it was now with me.  I tried to recall how this had happened and somehow through the drug induced lethargy and image managed to form.

Kim Jong-un’s N. Korea had launched the  high altitude nuclear missiles, through their proxy radical terrorist organizations.  It was easy for the terrorists to purchase the missiles, from North Korea, in exchange for the petro-dollars that North Korea desperately needed.  It was simple form Kim Jong-un to imagine evading retaliation too, as who would America retaliate against when missiles came from several distant countries all at once?   Countries who supposedly supported us but were riddled with radical terrorists we were helping them oppose.

The EMP, electromagnetic pulse, had wiped out 3/4 of the  computer systems in America in just moments.   On the underground internet it was quickly  estimated that a  year later 80% of our population would be dead from starvation, disease and the ensuing chaos.  Ithell-540468_960_720 was then I had made the mistake of using the underground Internet to gamble at the virtual casinos.  It was amazing what starvation will do to your otherwise clear thought process.

Now the military hoped to reverse,  what could not be undone, by using PSI to win WW III. So far, it was a non-nuclear battle, except in sporadic sputtering attempts at eliminating terrorism; But, hell was hell no matter how you define its fires.

The dull sound of a distant heavy metallic security bar’s clang echoed through the concrete slabs of my tomb.  They were coming again………..

Janr Ssor.

 

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These are the 4 stories: “The Touch” explores the meaning of death and its consequences, in “A First Child’s Plan” Mars has a hidden history that will change our future forever, “The 4 Elements Of War” are dramatically unique mystical warfare that determines Earth’s future and finally “A Second Date”, is a human experience with rediscovering love.

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From the first page The Final War grows in intensity as two interwoven story threads reach a crescendo.

Someone or something is killing the peacemakers of Earth and time is running out quickly!

At the same time, the people of Earth are hurdling down a path to a war to end all wars. Somehow the two plots appear connected and may have something to do with the discovery of an ancient civilization’s vacant city recently found under the grounds of Mars.

The conflict however, is fought in more than one dimension and how it will end will keep you hanging till the last page.

Published:  4-2013 By Janr Ssor At Smashwords.com 

Smart Girls love SciFi

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The goal of the Smart Girls love SciFi blog is to create a place where SciFi and Paranormal Romance fans can swap information about the genre, books, movies, tv, and podcasts we love.  The blog will feature SciFi romance book recommendations and book news along with a dash of paranormal romance and genre related discussions.

Not Kid’s Games

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 Destruction And Creation

Islamic terrorism was again in the news but this week pushed to the back pages by the miraculous energy revolution that promised to improve life in the free world and in part defund terrorism. “Free energy” was the ubiquitous headline in this 21st century, when Robert Bussard’s polywell fusion device finally came to fruition. A small team of developers, walking in the deceased genius’ footprints, created a device about the size and shape of a football, that could power a small town for centuries. It was Dr Bussard’s dream come true; unfortunately, after his untimely death. He had died of cancer years earlier, probably from environmental pollution. Everything had its price of course. We knew that for every advancement in technology the environment could change. But, small losses could hardly compare to the huge empowerment this new device offered mankind! The simplicity of the device made it a mass production hero. Copper power lines that had been ubiquitous in every developed country, vanished from the horizon in under a year. China mass produced a clone of this device and it quickly spread to the world.

In all the news media an age of prosperity was predicted and the long stretching world wide recession quickly came to an end. Everywhere fear and depression vanished as oil tankers were hauled into docs to be converted into cruise ships. Everyone seemed thrilled and thankful, except in the Middle East where oil, over night, seemed virtually valueless. Iran, Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Syria and even Venezuela met to discuss their dilemma as power slipped through their fingers like sand in a desert storm.

There was a nuclear scientist in Pakistan however, Muhammad Al Zearbings, who could not conceive that Allah would take power from the grasp of his chosen Islamic people. Working feverishly with the help of A. Q. Khan’s once close associate, he had a plan. Zearbings could not imagine that this power source was designed to empower the debased followers of Christianity and Judaism. Zearbings was sure Allah planned their destruction, not empowerment. He was sure that somewhere within this powerful creation, was the end of opposition to Islam’s conquest of the Earth.

With mass production of the polywell device every home in the world soon had a fusion generator. Every car was powered by simply plugging its retrofitted engines into a garage wall outlet. In just 10 years, the Islamic iron grip on the worlds throat appeared to have changed to a handful of rust.

Super fast space ships were being launched to mine asteroids for precious metals and that took wealth from the Islamic controlled African nations. Everywhere the people of the west believed they were again basking in the light of the Creator’s blessings of prosperity.

It was early in 2025 that Zearbings awoke to a miraculous day that he was sure spoke of Allah’s secret plan for the spread of Sharia. In the city of Nilore, in Islamabad’s capital territory, at Pinstech research center, Zearbings had an accident. A flash of light, from the polywell device he was redesigning, burned a twenty foot wide hole through 40 feet of concrete and rock in just under one hundredth of a second. What was an absolutely safe fusion device, according to Bussard’s legendary company, became the basis of a thermonuclear device of unprecedented power. Sharing his discovery with a network of supposedly disbanded terrorist, was no problem for Zearbings. With funding from Iran, a mass production facility was speedily built in China and the “newly enhanced” devices were quickly sold world wide at incredibly low prices. Unknown to the world’s buyers a secret chip and trigger hidden in the electronics reported the devices location and allowed its detonation from any place in the world.

Janr Ssor and his co-pilot Q were just leaving Earth’s orbit in their experimental Silver S-600 mining saucer. Using the enhanced Bussard drive and new inertial dampening field they had reached the halfway point between Earth and the Moon in under 6 minutes after launch. It was then that the emergency screens flickered to life and a message from Janr’s wife, Anne, came on screen. Behind Anne stood the president of the United States as well as several military officials who Janr knew quite well. They stood in the oval office, all with very serious looks on their faces. Anne, whose flowing red hair filled center screen, spoke up as soon as the green connection light stopped blinking.

Anne Said, “Janr, I am speaking to you as head of the CIA. Ten minutes ago we received a transmission that overrode all the services of our telecommunications networks. In it a fanatical Muslim man, known as Muhammad Al Zearbings, spoke to the world all at once via satellite. He said that in 5 minutes he would begin to wipe the Earth clean of Judeo-Christian civilization once and for all. He was going to demonstrate his power by destroying London, New York and Los Angles. He then did so in seconds! Millions of Americans vanished in a blast of nuclear flame that left deep craters in the earth where great cities and many millions of people had just taken their last breath.

Al Zearbings has just stated that because the Islamic people are compassionate and just he will give us 30 minutes of prayer to ask forgiveness of Allah before he destroys the rest of us. We have now about 24 minutes. He says that unlike the total and instant annihilation he has just demonstrated, he will burn our cities slowly until the nuclear fire leaves the same pit in the Earth it has where New York had been. He will do this to cleanse even the soil from the evil we have created. The slow burning death is to cleanse our spirits through suffering, which Allah has decreed we must pass before we reach our final punishment.

We unfortunately believe he can do this! Your experimental ship has the first Bussard cannon as well as drive, which you were to test for mining purposes. In truth this cannon is also planned as a weapon for the maintenance of peace. We would like you to turn back and immediately attempt to use it to destroy what we believe is his headquarters. We have it on good information that his headquarters are located in the city of Nilore in Islamabad. Destroy the entire city, Janr!

It is our only hope! The cannon is set for a focused small burst as needed for mining but we are now transmitting the technical information showing you how to widen its beam to take out the entire city. We believe Al Zearbiing has done much the same with Buzzard fusion generators that he has planted all over the Earth. His are set for a 360 Degree pattern, we believe, that has destroyed millions of lives Just minutes ago.

As the director of the CIA and with the support of the President of the USA and our leading Generals assembled here, we authorize and command that you take this action immediately. You will see the security authorization on the telecom panel now illuminated. Janr, you are to stop your ship now and set your ship for the target we have just sent your computers. Q, you are to begin the technical modifications as Janr is navigating back to the Earth. The tools to adjust the cannons spread are in the locker # 10 where you will see a red mechanics tool box. Use the psion wrench and let the computer guide its settings with that we just transmitted to your robotics database. To do this you will have to crawl into the panel under your dashboard and open vent # EGG-L1 which is just in front of your seat. I am sure you recall its final installation and test adjustments on the firing range before launch last week.

We now have less than 20 minutes! I am praying that you will get to your target and be able to stop this mad man before we all die. We will stay in direct video communications as you begin this vital mission. Our prayers are with you. Now if you have no questions please hurry with all your might!

Janr had loaded the navigational changes into the system and was manually stopping our acceleration before Anne concluded her speech. The ship was now facing the Earth and beginning to accelerate. However the change in destination without pre-programmed settings caused the computer to be unable to engage the inertial dampening system and we could not accelerate as fast as we wished to without losing consciousness or being tossed against the wall and splattered there.

Q, now had the tool box and was trying to get under the dashboard but could not do so until I decreased acceleration. At this rate the computer was calculating we would not arrive at our destined target for 30 minutes! It was way beyond what we needed.

Janr asked Q to rush the fix and began to pre-program the target so as to be able to activate inertial dampening. This could work.

Anne addressed us from the monitor as we worked. Anne said, Janr, we understand the issue with inertial dampening. We agree the only way for you to attain your target is for Q to first adjust the target spread and for your to pre-program the target. Had we thought of the inertial dampening we would have sent it with the target data. Our computer is giving us a 90% chance that you will succeed in time if you do as you are doing and pre-program the target. Once completed it should require only 7 minutes to arrive at the attack coordinates. Proceed as you are doing and we will all survive!

Q’s eyes were stinging as perspiration dripped into them. He could feel his heart pounding. His mind was well focused on his task but images of the millions of people who had filled NY, his home, refused to totally recede from his mind.

Janr’s hand typed commands faster than they had ever before. His eye were riveted to the screens as each update came closer to a final flight plan. Other than their heartbeats and the hiss of the ventilation system there was nothing but silence as Q and Janr hurried to make the needed modifications. After 6 minutes of silence a loud clang came from beneath the dashboard as Q closed the maintenance door. Q ran to return the kit to the locker and sealed the door. Running back to Janr he looked up at the screen and began to scream. The oval office was filling with smoke and they were splashing pitchers of drinking water on each other! Anne’s hair appeared to be smoking!

Q shouted, “What is happening Anne! I thought we had 13 more minutes!

Anne coughed and in a horse rasping voice and managed to say, “It appears this bastard has started the heating process early. The temperature is rising insanely fast. Please! Please help us! “

Janr looked up to see Hell’s fires beginning to ignite the room his beloved Anne stood, despite the pounding in his chest and tears forming in his eyes he slammed the keyboard activation button. The ship ripped through the atmosphere and in just under 7 minutes was above Islamabad but the oval office had vanished from the screen and the sounds of screaming people dying in a fire Janr could only imagine pounded in his head with every beat of his heart.

It took another 2 minutes to aim and be ready to fire the cannon but something unexpected happened a second before Janr could hit the triggering button. The entire Earth seemed to burst into flame and the ship accelerated away from the Earth with such violence that they both lost consciousness.

The reign of Judeo-Christian history was truly over; however, Muhammad Al Zearbings had a surprise. The devices they had created, when triggered in multiples, created an unexpected sympathetic pattern like tuning forks vibrating in sympathy with each other. When they toasted to the second 9-11 they had just triggered, most of the world burst into nuclear flame, not just the Western World. It would take 30,000 years for civilization to regain its composure.

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